I look around the park.

I just walked out of Ayan’s house once he told me he loved me. Like he actually loved me and not just for the sake of fake dating.

I freaked out so I left.

Now I’m in the park sat on the swing which is where I usually go to clear my head.

Ayan’s stood in front of me now.

He has tears in his eyes. He can’t understand why I can’t just let him love me even when I love him back.

I’ve only ever seen Ayan cry once. And that was when I wasn’t waking up one day at school back in year 10.

"I don’t get it, Noor. You love me, I love you. I want you to be mine, let me be yours-"

I sigh softly, cutting him off, "Ayan, when I look in the mirror I don’t see what you see. I’m not what you see at all. I’m just a sick girl who’s so dependent on everyone else, I can’t-" my voice cracks. I swallow. "I can’t do anything. I can’t drive in case I pass out, I can’t cook in case I pass out or my tics act up, I can’t even write sometimes because of my tremors, I can’t even walk sometimes-"

"Noor, Noor," Ayan steps closer and crouches down onto the ground so he’s eye level with me. "Just because you have to depend on others, doesn’t mean you are unloveable. When I look at you, I see the strongest, kindest, funniest and most gorgeous girl I have ever met. Your more successful despite everything you have been through than most people our age. So what if you’re a bit more dependent than others? Everyone needs someone to rely on. You can’t be independent all the time. Let _me_ be the person you rely on."

"Ayan, you deserve someone better than me-"

"There is nobody better than you. I want you. I need you. I can’t lose you just because your scared of our future together."

I sniff. "There isn’t going to be a future together, Ayan. Can’t you see?"

"Noor, please," Ayan’s voice cracks. "I have never loved a girl like I loved you." He’s on both of his knees now, holding my hands in his tightly as if he’s scared to let go. "I never will love a girl like you. I don’t care about your chronic illness in that way. I love you. Every part of you. The good and the bad. The easy and the tough. Your condition will always be there and so will I. We will fight every obstacle you have to face together. Let me take care of you. Let me love you."

I sniff. "You- Y- You really mean that?"

"Every word."

I smile slightly.

Ayan smiles back at me and stands up. "Come on," he reaches out his hand for me to take. "Let’s get back home."

(Based off of my WIP)